I learned how to cook

Chapter 1: I learned how to cook. In the summer vacation, I learned a lot of things. The most unforgettable thing for me is cooking. That day, I came back from my make-up class and there was no one at home. My stomach began to call for food. What shall I do? I had an idea to cook by myself. Put the rice in the electric cooker, but who can put more or less? Suddenly, my mind came up with the scene of grandma cooking, grandma first inserted her fingers to see if the water depth was enough. I'll try it too. It's just right. The next step is cooking, but what? Look at the dishes at home. There are cucumbers, eggplants, kidney beans, potatoes and meat. I want to think about scrambled eggs with cucumber, potatoes stewed with eggplant, potatoes and meat stewed with kidney beans. But what can we do? I thought about it again. If there is no gas pipe, I have. Say do, immediately go to hold firewood, after holding firewood, I began to cut vegetables, just cut not good, cut vegetables of different thickness. I finally cut the vegetables and found the firewood. Start to fry cucumber and eggs, I put the eggs in a bowl, and then put the cucumber slices in the pan to fry, soon the smell came out, but I saw that the cucumber and eggs were all paste. What's going on? I look to the side, is the oil is not put! I serve the dishes. Then copy the second dish eggplant stewed potatoes, learn from the previous lesson, this time I can put oil. The third dish will be ready, too. The meal is ready and on the table. Everything's done. Grandparents and dads are back. As soon as I saw the food was ready, I boasted that I had grown up. But I sat down and tasted it and immediately vomited it out. I didn't know what was going on. My father said, "a dish is battered, a dish is light, and a dish is salty. My tears were already rolling in my eyes, but when I looked to the left, my grandfather not only didn't vomit, but also ate all the dishes on the plate. From her eyes, I can see the encouragement to me. I will try my best in the future. come on. Top up, fill up, oil, oil! Chapter 2: I learned how to cook. When I woke up this morning, I dressed and saw my mother still sleeping. I didn't wake her up and waited for my mother to get up and cook. At this time, an idea flashed into my mind: I'm 9 years old, and it's time to learn to cook. I went to the kitchen to see what I could do. I found some mung beans and thought that my parents were very busy these days, and they were already on fire. So I decided to make mung bean tea. I took a small bowl and filled it with a full bowl of mung beans. I picked up the dirty things inside and cleaned them with water. Then I filled half a pot of water in the electric rice cooker. I poured the cleaned mung beans into the rice cooker, connected the power supply, and turned the electric rice cooker to the cooking stall, ready to fry. What's the stir fry? My mother usually likes to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Let's make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes, like my mother put the eggs into the bowl, then I met with trouble: do not know how much salt to put. All of a sudden, I remembered that my mother only put a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little bit of it as usual, mix it up and put it aside. Put the oil into the pot, not long after, I heard a "Ho Ho" sound, the original oil is hot, I quickly put the eggs into the pot, keep turning over, and put the eggs into pieces, into the plate, then I was relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I found that they had not been cut. He quickly picked up the knife and cut the tomato. I cut it on the chopping board first, but I got tomato juice on the chopping board. At this time, I suddenly remembered that my mother usually took it and cut it into the bowl carefully. In a short time, I cut the tomato well. I turn on the fire, wait for the water in the pot to dry, and then put a little oil in the pot. When the oil smokes, I quickly pour the tomato into the pot, stir it around for a while, and then put the egg back into the pot, put Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate, mix well, pour it into the plate, and a dish of tomato scrambled eggs is ready. I turn on the rice cooker and see that the mung bean has "blossomed". I know that mung bean tea is also cooked, so I put them out and put them on the table to wake up my mother. When mom got up and saw the food on the table, she was surprised and asked, "who made this?" "I did it!" I said with pride. "Really? My children grow up and can cook! " I listened to my mother's praise, my heart was happy. It's a bit of learning how to cook! In the future, in my study and life, I have to observe carefully and pay attention everywhere to learn more knowledge. Chapter 3: I learned how to cook. In this happy winter vacation, many interesting things happened to my family. Among them, I learned to cook. Don't be too happy when the whole family has my cooked rice. Let's share the happiness with me! On the third day of the winter vacation, I had finished my target homework at noon. When I was idle and bored, I suddenly had an idea: if only I could cook by myself. So, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to learn how to cook. Can you teach me?" After hearing this, her mother said happily, "of course." With that, he explained the specific steps of cooking. First, pour water into the rice cooker, and then start to wash rice. Perhaps I am not skilled, perhaps I am too hasty, the rice is actually poured out with the water. My mother reminded me: "first, we should hold the inner pot firmly, and second, we should let the water slowly flow out after washing rice." After washing rice, add water according to the ratio of water to rice 1:2. Start cooking, I quickly put the pot into the rice cooker, cover, plug in, excitedly waiting for the delicious rice. All of a sudden, a "peep" came into my ears. "What's the matter?" I called for mom. Mother quickly pulled out the plug, panting and said: "when cooking, the pot water in the rice cooker must be wiped clean, otherwise it will leak electricity." I picked up the inner pan again, wiped the water and cooked it. After a while, the meal was ready. A smell, fragrant, my heart happy flowers. It turns out that cooking has so much knowledge. It must be very hard for my mother to do so much housework every day. This time I not only learned how to cook, but also contributed to my family. I'm so happy! Chapter 4: in my memory, there are many "first times" when I cook for the first time. The first time is like footprints step by step, printed on the road of my growth. However, the most unforgettable thing for me is the first time to cook. During the summer vacation when I was 8 years old, my parents went to work and didn't come back until the sun went down. My stomach was so hungry that I rummaged through the kitchen at home and found nothing. I was so hungry that I decided to cook by myself, thinking that I could take this opportunity to show myself in front of my father and mother. Say dry, I learn from my mother's usual way of cooking, first add a few spoons of water to the pot, and then go to the fire. But the fire is not so easy to burn. It seems to be against me, but it doesn't. It's not easy. It's on fire. But the smoke of the fire had made me cry. After a while, the water boiled, and I put the washed rice into the pot, but I didn't expect that the water in the pot was full and flowed out, pouring out the fire. I scooped out the water in the pot and started the fire again. I tried my best to set the fire on fire. Then I let out a long breath. After a while, I felt that the rice was almost cooked, so I picked up the spoon to serve the rice. Accidentally, my hand touched the edge of the pot, which made me quickly let go. The rice spread all over the ground, and I scooped it again. I cooked the rice for more than half an hour, and it was all steamed up. I sat on the ground with a sigh, waiting to be criticized by my parents. My parents came back from work and saw me like a black faced Guan Gong, laughing. I tried to hold back the aggrieved tears, but it still did not strive to flow down. When they learned what happened, Dad dried my tears for me. Fondly stroked my head and said, "my child, the first time you do anything, it's the experience, not the result. If you do, you dare to try. Today's failure may become tomorrow's success. It doesn't matter. Let's do it again. " My father's encouragement made me full of confidence. Under the guidance of my parents, we finally made a delicious meal. Eating delicious food, I feel that I am enjoying the fruits of my labor, and I have a strange feeling in my heart. Today, I not only learn to cook, but also learn to cook dishes with color, aroma and taste. Braised bream in Brown is my unique skill. However, I still often think of my first cooking experience and what my father said to me, which inspires me to go from success to success. Chapter 5: I finally learned how to cook. There are so many things in life. Finally However, every "final" result has its antecedents: some have experienced countless failures, some have paid hard sweat, and some are the result of careful observation Now I'll talk about my "finally.". One Saturday at noon, my mother was not home, and my father was not at home. My stomach was already hungry Call straight, at this time, my mind appeared an idea: I'm already thirteen, it's time to cook. I went to the kitchen to see what I could do to eat. Suddenly, I found some leftover rice, by the way, I can fry rice! It's a piece of cake for me! I'll brush the pot and put some oil on it. Oh, where's the oil? Finally, I found oil in a "remote" corner. When the pot is hot, I put the beaten eggs in the pot. Oh, I forgot how much salt I put in. Why is it so hard to see mom cooking? This is "the paper must come to the end of shallow, absolutely know this matter to practice." Why not! Just then, mother came back. What are you saying to me? It's so smoky in the house Oh, I forgot to turn on the range hood! My mother came to the kitchen. At first she was surprised to see me cooking. Then she returned to her original state. She said, "I'll teach you. Did you put salt?" I shook my head and my mother said, "you should put a small spoon of salt." I put a small spoon of salt. Then she said, "break the eggs." You want to break it? I thought, impatiently picking up the shovel to break the eggs. In the mother's guidance, a delicious egg fried rice rice on the pot. I ate a mouthful, how so sweet, I put sugar as salt! Although fried rice is sweet, but I finally learned to cook, also tasted the joy of success! I learned how to fry rice with eggs. Today I came home from school. I finished my homework quickly and saw that my father had not cooked yet. I love fried rice with eggs! He said, "let's have fried rice with eggs." Dad said, "OK." I took two eggs from the refrigerator and touched the table carefully. The egg seems to show a small mouth! Then I beat it in a bowl and stirred it hard. I asked Dad to check it, and dad said, "no way"! Egg yolk and egg white are not "fit together!" I stirred again for a while, and the egg white and yolk finally fit together Start frying